History is a pageant and not a philosophy.
That great dust-heap called 'history'.
Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.
Poetry should be vital--either stirring our blood by its divine movements or snatching our breath by its divine perfection. To do both is supreme glory, to do either is enduring fame.
Is this true or only clever?
Libraries are not made, they grow.